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Kirishima was laying in his bed, bored beyond words and feeling depressed. Usually, he'd be hanging out with the 'Bakusquad', or so they called it, but everyone was busy. Spring break and exams were right around the corner, so all of the students were busy studying or training. Now, Kirishima knew he should be studying, but he was feeling down and didn't feel like doing anything. Todoroki and Yaomomo were helping most of the students out since they were the highest in tests; Kirishima not wanting to be a burden them more than they were politely declined they're help, saying that he'd manage on his own. Which obviously was a lie, filling him with guilt and feeling unmanly.
Looking at the ceiling, the redhead sighs and reaches for his phone. As his fingers slightly touch the cold screen, a sudden ding made him jolt. Realizing someone texted him, Kirishima unlocks his phone to see it was from his best friend, Bakugo.
Blasty: Shitty hair, where the fuck are you?
ShittyHair: Hey, Bakubro! Idk what you mean?? Were we gonna hang out or something?
Blasty: You damn idiot! I'm tutoring your ass for the fucking exams, shitbrick! You kept being a pest about it a few weeks ago, and now you fucking forget?!
ShittyHair: Oh, shite! I totally forgot you were gonna help me!!
Sorry, I'll be right over!
ShittyHair: Are you sure you still want to? It's fine if you don't. I don't wanna be a burden or anything...
Blasty: Dumbass, just get over here.
Kirishima jumps up from his bed, grabbing his textbooks and pencil, and exits his dorm. He walks to the dorm next door, and knocks.
'I can't believe that I forgot! I feel really bad, now..." After a few seconds and curses, the door was swung open to reveal an irritated ash blonde.
"About fucking time! Get the hell in here so I can get this over with." Kirishima sheepishly smiles. "Nice to see you too, Bakugo," he teases as he enters the hot heads' room. The owner of the dorm tsks and shuts the door. The room was surprisingly tidy and not over-the-top, quite the opposite of Bakugo's personality. Kirishima is used to it by now, but was amazed the first time he was allowed to enter, seeing how organized his friend was. Bakugo just told him to stop gawking at the room and not to touch anything. Little did Bakugo know, Kirishima was actually admiring Bakugo.
"Sorry I forgot. I've just been feeling out of it today," Kirishima confesses.
"Whatever, shitty hair. Now get out the damn problems you need help with."
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'His face is so handsome. I wonder if-'
Wack!
"Oi, hair for brains! Pay fucking attention!" Bakugo hits him with a rolled up magazine. Snapping out of it, Kirishima realizes that he zoned out. He quickly apologises and gets back to solving the math problem. Lately, whenever Bakugo was around, Kirishima would get distracted easily. His heart would beat fast and his hands get all clammy. He often times would stutter if Bakugo was close to him. And most of all, Kirishima's thoughts would wander to Bakugo one way or another. These feelings had arisen a few months ago, and had gotten stronger the longer they hung out. He figured it was because he felt special being closer to Bakugo, but knew his true feelings for the boy. He's never told anyone, afraid of being judged and being rejected.
Finishing the page, Kirishima proudly shows Bakugo. "I think I got most of them right!" Bakugo looks over the work, and smirks. "You got them all right. Of course you fucking did. I'm the best damn tutor there is." The red head laughs happily and fist pumps the air.
"Thanks, Blasty! You're a lifesaver! You really are a great tutor, even though you're aggresive, heh heh." Bakugo rolls his eyes. "You better get a fucking 100 on the exams. I don't want to waste damn time on a slacker."
"I'll do my best! That's what a manly person would do!" Kirishima widely smiles at the other boy. Bakugo glances away, a faint blush paints his cheeks. The red head notices, and becomes entranced.
Bakugo was beautiful to him. His eyes reminded him of sparkling rubies in the sunlight, and the rare smiles that Bakugo showed made his heart melt into a puddle. And his hair looked so soft to the touch despite being spike in all directions. Though the boy was extremely handsome, that's not what made Kirishima attracted to the the explosive boy. The boy never gave up and had so much confidence, being quite the opposite to Kirishima. He admires him so much, and had tried his hardest to become his friend. It had all worked out in the end, but then the red head went and caught feelings.
"What the hell are you looking at, shitty hair?" Kirishima had once again got caught being distracted, and nervously blurted out words he never meant to.
"You're really cute." It takes a moment to process what he said, and startes freaking out. "Ah, SORRY!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY THAT OUT LOUD! A-AH, I MEAN... CRAP, I'M JUST GONNA GO NOW!" The red head scrambles to his feet with his things and rushes out of the room.
The blonde was left there in shock. 'Kirishima... called me cute?' His face contorts from surprise to a slightly lovestruck and cherry red face. He shakes his head, and thoughts fill his brain, but there's one that's louder than the rest.
'I might have a chance with him.'
'Why did I say that out loud? I'm such an idiot.' Kirishima scolds himself as he leans on his door. 'I hope I didn't ruin the friendship I worked so hard to earn!'